Spy Wars: I'm the boss, who am I afraid of?

Deep in the dark and damp cell, Tang Xiaoxiao turned and left as if nothing had happened.

Inside the cell, the young man who had just passionately delivered the Communist Manifesto, as if completely oblivious to the danger around him, sat quietly in the corner, with a flash of excitement in his heart, the excitement of completing his mission and getting a promotion and a raise.

He is none other than Shibasaki Iwasui, the captain of the second team of the Special High Technology Intelligence Group. His mission, as Tang Xiaoxiao expected, is to find experts returning from overseas.

The nobleman stared into Shibasaki Iwasui's eyes quietly. He saw ambition, excitement, and unconcealed cruelty in his eyes. It was completely different from the little Japanese soldier he had seen before.

His name is Chi Fenghan, which is taken from the poem "Presenting Money to the Shangfu" by Guanxiu of the Tang Dynasty.

The nobles force people to come without freedom, and the dragons and phoenixes are invincible.

A full house of flowers drunk three thousand guests, a sword of frost and cold fourteen states.

The drums and horns lift the sky, the air is cold, and the wind stirs the sea and mountains in autumn.

The southeast will forever be the golden pillar of heaven, who would envy the marquis of that time?

Tang Xiaoxiao knew that time was running out, so she quickly left the cell, found her captain Taro Aida, and reported the emergency to him.

Taro Aida, a serious soldier, was outraged by the behavior of this "anti-Japanese element". He was unaware of his true identity and immediately ordered Shibasaki Iwasui to be taken to the interrogation room for severe punishment.

Under Taro Aida's order, Tang Xiaoxiao happily tied Shibasaki Iwasui to a stool, making sure he couldn't move. There was a glimmer of excitement in her eyes, because she liked such tasks and was happy to carry them out.

Then she picked up the whip and began to torture him, each blow was accompanied by a sharp question: "Are you a Communist? Who is your returning expert?" However, Shibasaki Iwasui remained steadfast and unyielding, and despite the physical pain, he never uttered a word.

Upon seeing this, Taro Aida increased the severity of the punishment and ordered his men to pour cold water on Shibasaki Iwasui, followed by a more brutal beating.

Tang Xiaoxiao stepped forward and stripped off his clothes, and burned his skin with a hot iron, leaving no part of his body untouched.

I brand, I brand, I brand hard.

Damn, branding that little devil is such a stress reliever, why don’t we have such good things happen every day?

In the severe pain, Shibasaki Iwasui finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted in pain: "I am Shibasaki Iwasui from the Special High Police, I am one of us."

Upon hearing this, Taro Aida was shocked and immediately stopped Tang Xiaoxiao's actions and waved his hand to signal his men to retreat.

Although Tang Xiaoxiao was indignant, she still left the interrogation room reluctantly, cursing under her breath and secretly regretting that she failed to kill the Japanese devil.

When Shibasaki Iwasui was brutally beaten until his body was covered with bruises and dragged back to the dark and damp cell in a miserable state, the scene inside the cell came into view.

A man in his thirties, with a face covered with a hard beard, looked rough and tough. Another inmate beside him showed deep concern in his eyes, and the two of them worked together to carefully help Shibasaki Iwasui to the bed.

As he examined the shocking wounds on Shibasaki Iwasui's body, a strange dark light flashed across the bearded man's eyes.

He gritted his teeth and whispered, "These little devils are not human at all. Their behavior is worse than that of wild beasts."

His companion, equally filled with righteous indignation, echoed: "They are worse than animals. Look at Xiao Yan. Who can bear to see him like this?"

Faced with such a tragic situation, they were helpless. There were no medicines or medical equipment in the cell, and the only thing they could do was pray.

"What should we do now? We don't have any medicine to treat his wounds." The older man asked in a deep voice, his worry evident in his words.

He then suggested, "We need to keep a close eye on Xiao Yan. If his wound gets inflamed and causes a high fever, that would be bad. We need someone to watch over him all night."

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"no problem."

Other inmates responded that although they were behind bars, they still had warmth and responsibility in their hearts.

However, in the corner of the cell, Chi Fenghan remained silent and sat quietly. His eyes were deep, as if he was thinking about something, or perhaps he was waiting for an opportunity.

After safely sending Shibasaki Iwasui back to the cell, Taro Aida called in some people who knew the situation.

"This person is one of our internal members and has his own mission. I urge everyone to forget everything that happened tonight and pretend it never happened." His voice was low and firm.

"Hey, I see." Everyone echoed, and Tang Xiaoxiao was too well-behaved, actively echoing: "We are all drunk tonight, we don't know anything."

The disdain in her heart had already surged to the extreme. He was nothing more than a lurker from the Special High Technology Department. She would pretend to know nothing about it. She would also wait for him to help find the returning expert. This clever little fairy knew how to mantis stalk the cicada while the oriole was waiting behind.

Taro Aida nodded with satisfaction, secretly thanking his lucky stars that this mistake did not cause greater losses.

As the dawn came, the iron gate of the prison slowly opened in the sleep, and a new day began. The prison guards were changing shifts in an orderly manner, and their footsteps echoed in the empty corridors like a solemn symphony. However, this peaceful melody was broken by a sudden scream, like a sharp sword piercing the calm of the early morning. Everyone's nerves were instantly tense, and they held their guns tighter. They ran towards the source of the sound without hesitation, aiming directly at the office of the warden Zhukou Zhaoyi.

Zhukou Zhaoyi's office is located in the center of the prison. It is usually closed, full of authority and mystery. At this moment, the door of the office is half open, and a faint light leaks out, forming a sharp contrast with the morning light outside. The scream came from inside, and a petite figure trembled and stood at the door. She was Xiaotao, the famous prostitute of Chunxianglou who was summoned by the warden last night. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were full of fear, and her mouth was still gasping intermittently.

Fujii Juichi, captain of the prison's security squad, rushed to the scene, stared at the scene with wide eyes, and asked in disbelief: "What's going on?" His voice was particularly loud in the tense atmosphere.

"Reporting to Captain Fujii, when we arrived, the warden had no signs of life." A young soldier from the guard squad had a tremor in his voice, and he was obviously frightened by this sudden change.

Taro Aida frowned, turned to the equally horrified prison doctor next to him and asked, "Doctor Yoshimori, what do you say?"

"It seems that the warden died of suffocation when water accidentally entered his respiratory tract while he was washing his face." The prison doctor answered expressionlessly, but his eyes revealed confusion and uneasiness.

"Baka!" Taro Aida roared angrily, "Why don't you report it quickly?" He knew very well that this way of death was too bizarre and he had to report it to his superiors as soon as possible.

At this time, in a corner of the prison, Tang Xiaoxiao and Nobi Nobita, two old friends, were gathered together, discussing this strange incident in a low voice. "It's really weird recently. First, someone choked to death while eating fish, then fell to death while walking, and now someone drowned while washing his face. Do you think this is caused by something unclean?" Nobi Nobita lowered his voice, his face full of confusion.

Hearing this, Miyazaki Aita, a member of the security squad who often played cards with them, also came over, his eyes flickering with anxiety. "You are right, three people have died since yesterday noon, and they all died strangely. Could it be that the imprisoned female prisoners are taking revenge, and their resentment is too heavy?" Miyazaki Aita's words made the atmosphere around them even more solemn.

Ryosuke Nishikido, the fat Japanese soldier from Nobita Nobi's team, couldn't help but interrupt: "I agree with you, there is a ghost! Otherwise, how to explain the mysterious deaths of the warden and the deputy warden? This is definitely not a coincidence!" Although his voice was low, every word hit everyone's heart like a hammer.

However, in this bustling morning, only Tang Xiaoxiao stood quietly in the corner, listening to the discussions of the people around her without revealing her feelings. There was no emotion on her face, only her deep eyes, which seemed to hide endless stories. Deep in her heart, it was like a storm: "It's me, I did it, it's all me. I planned all this."

Time goes back to an hour ago, when the night had not yet faded completely, Tang Xiaoxiao sneaked into the warden's office as quietly as a cat. It was a room with gorgeous decorations but full of oppressive atmosphere. The military medals of Zhukou Zhaoyi were hung on the wall, which formed a sharp contrast with the current scene. And he was immersed in the gentleness of Miss Xiaotao in Chunxianglou, sleeping defenselessly.

Tang Xiaoxiao's fingers moved lightly, like the fluttering wings of a butterfly, silently pressing the acupuncture points on the two people's bodies, and they instantly fell into a deep coma. Her eyes flashed with determination, and without a trace of hesitation, she skillfully dragged Zhukouzhao to the large basin filled with water. The water in the basin was clear and reflected her cold face.

"For those innocent lives, you should go to hell to make amends," she said to herself. Then, she pressed Zhukou Zhaoyi's head into the water. His struggle and panic all disappeared silently under the cold water. Until finally, his body stopped moving, and the water surface returned to calm, leaving only faint ripples.